Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
01 January 2009
Not exactly a quiet New Years.
Because we left the party early to go save the dogs from the warm and fuzzy New Years holiday tradition of setting off massively booming fireworks on every Westside Street. Basically same holiday as 4th of July except with mittens. Fly across town from Pleasure Point before the insane bombers start up with the really big ones. Because nothing says Happy New Years like a really good explosion.
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